Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.